Translucent, pale green complexion

The kind that belongs only to a stranger

Whose spine creates serration,

Whose ribs are smothered

Collapsing under tensioned skin

And the weight of hunger.

It finds itself among a flock, with no protection,

of soft, plump clouds gently grazing.

In an instant blood is flowing like salvation:

A divine gluttony, impossible but filling

Until it is full and its heart

Can stop beating,

From one last act- then depravation.